Six Feet Under by ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) at https://www.paullyrics.com/les-pauls-the-pauls-official-homepage from the album It’s Burning Love
Six Feet Under Lyrics
Blamed for a crime that wasn’t done
Shunned like a prisoner on the run
Living in fear of that knock on the door
Wondering what I was brought to this world for?
Feel like a leper in the crowd
Feel my heart pounding so loud
Wishing someone would hear my point of view
Something that most people don’t want to do
After I’m cut down from Tyburn Gallows
Take me away in an old wheel barrow
Through the cobbled stoned streets so narrow
To dig my grave so shallow
Don’t make it deep
When I’m six feet under
Don’t make it deep
When I’m six feet under
Judge said ‘It’s done, I have to pay’
Screamed through his wig ‘Take him away
Nothing’s fair and you know it’s true
No-one wants to think any more ’bout you’
Felt they had taken all my hope
Felt my neck tightening from the rope
Never thought the end would happen like this
Wasn’t here long enough for to be missed
After I’m cut down from Tyburn Gallows
Take me away in an old wheel barrow
Through the cobbled stoned streets so narrow
To dig my grave so shallow
Don’t you write my name
Just mark the spot with a number
When I’m six feet under
When I’m six feet under
When I’m six feet under
As I look down at the trap door
They made a mistake that’s for sure
Waiting for the news to come down the line
Waiting to be saved in the nick of time
Who should be pardoned them or me?
None so blind as those who won’t see
Forgive them for they know not what they do
Forgive them for they know not what they do
After I’m cut down from Tyburn Gallows
Take me away in an old wheel barrow
Through the cobbled stoned streets so narrow
To dig my grave so shallow
Don’t write no words
When I’m six feet under
Don’t write no words
When I’m six feet under
Don’t write no words
When I’m six feet under
Let them ask and wonder
When I’m six feet under
When I’m six feet under
When I’m six feet under
When I’m six feet under
Blamed for a crime that wasn’t done
Shunned like a prisoner on the run
Living in fear of that knock on the door
Wondering what I was brought to this world for?
Feel like a leper in the crowd
Feel my heart pounding so loud
Wishing someone would hear my point of view
Something that most people don’t want to do
After I’m cut down from Tyburn Gallows
Take me away in an old wheel barrow
Through the cobbled stoned streets so narrow
To dig my grave so shallow
Don’t make it deep
So I can hear the roar of the thunder
Don’t make it deep
So I can hear the roar of the thunder
When I’m six feet under
When I’m six feet under
When I’m six feet under
Don’t make it deep
Don’t make it deep
Don’t make it deep
Don’t make it deep
So I can hear the roar of the thunder
When I’m six feet under
When I’m six feet under
When I’m six feet under
When I’m six feet under
When I’m six feet under
Paul Robert Thomas
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